Shattered Hearts

Where It Began

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Hey! My name is Abigail and this is my story of how I met the love of my life. This may not be as simple as a romantic comedy or as tragic as Romeo and Juliet, but my story is a wild ride, and I feel like I can inspire you guys who haven't found a loved one that anything in possible, whether you are straight, bisexual, lesbian, gay, or have any other sexuality, because there's always going to be someone out there for you.
Anything is possible! And trust me, I learned that the hard way.
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I was living in the small town of Cisco, ever since I was three years old. I used to live in Lampasses when my dad's business went down, so our only choice was to move to the small town of Cisco. I was homeschooled up until the point where I finally made it past second grade. I had wanted to go to public school for a long time now. I didn't have any friends and my brothers never really wanted anything to do with me, since I was the youngest by nine years. I finally had the courage to tell my parents I wanted to go to public school. My mother supported my decision, but my father was very upset. He wanted me home, but I was tired of not having any friends.
My mother put me into public school anyway. That summer when my mother went to go and sign me in, the principle held me back because I had been homeschooled. I wasn't very happy about it, but I soon got used to it. I thought that maybe it was best that I went back to second grade. I didn't know how to multiply and if it wasn't for that, I don't think I would've met the awesome people I know now.
Third grade was the year I had my first admirer. It was a big deal for me, considering that I had never liked someone, or they had never liked me before. His name was Mike. Mike and I became really close friends because we had the same home room and recess. I didn't really feel the same towards him and I didn't want to reject his feelings. He was like a brother to me. Back then, I was soft and quiet. I didn't really get in trouble for anything, but Mike, let's say, opened me up to new things. I got in trouble a lot more near the end of half the year. He taught me new words like fuck, shit, and screw off.
I once had a incident where our teacher had been out of the room. Another kid started calling me names. I was furious. When I had finally had enough of it I blurted out, "Fuck you!" with rage. I wasn't thinking and immediately covered my mouth with my hands. Mike looked back at me in guilt, knowing he taught those words to me. Many of the other students threatened to tell on me, and once the teacher stepped back into the classroom, they did. I was in trouble, but I was surprised that I wasn't sent to the principle's office. I was so received that she didn't call my parents. She sent me to the corner of the room and told me that those words weren't allowed in her classroom.
"Screw off." I mumbled under my breath. The other students laughed, but all that did was give me extra work..
Fourth grade was when I met him. I know, most of you are thinking, There is no literal way that this random chick fell in love with a guy in fourth grade, right? Well, I wouldn't have called it "falling in love". It was more like a small crush.
At the beginning of fourth grade, Mike introduced me to his other friends that he had known since kindergarten. Brad, a short boy with black hair and hazel eyes. Jake, a taller boy with light brown hair and bright blue eyes. I promise you that I could have stared into those eyes all day long. Now, let me remind you that I was just a little girl with blonde hair and bright green/gray eyes.
I do admit that I thought Jake was cute, but I didn't have a crush on him. My feelings started to develop the more we hung out, the more I got to know him.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is where my journey began.